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Chapter VI

The elves of Imladris looked up and saw a black shadow swooping overhead. This didn't bother them as it would bother others. Sûlion soared over Imladris with a booming roar, announcing their arrival. Eruanna flew on Ceveniel with Faroniel, Naurion and Helegiel flanking her.

They flew towards the Hidden Valley and tucked into it was Imladris, ruled over by Eruanna's maternal family. The dragons landed and roared to announce their arrival. Just then, a party of elves came riding in, Lord Elrond, Eruanna's uncles and Glorfindel at the lead. At the time, Lady Hiriel was visiting Eruanna's great-grandparents and aunt in Lothlórien so she wasn't present.

Naurion roared again and Elrond looked at them. A huge smile spread across his face when he saw Eruanna. "Daeradar!", she called him. Her uncles, his twin sons, were Elladan and Elrohir, who cheered when they saw their niece. Glorfindel also looked at Eruanna with a blinding smile and the four of them dismounted their horses. The other elves saluted her.

"Daeradar!", Eruanna Úlumiel squealed again and jumped into his arms. He laughed and swung her around. "Hello G siel", he said, brushing back strands of her black hair that she inherited from him and her mother, his eldest child.

"Eruanna!", her uncles raced over to her, nearly stumbling. Elladan swooped her into a bear hug and Elrohir peppered her face with kisses. "Dan! Put her down, I can't reach her!", Elrohir exclaimed. He finally put Eruanna down and Elrohir checked her for injuries. "Are you hurt?", he asked. "Not physically", Eruanna replied. He furrowed his brows but then someone pulled her away.

"Stop hogging her attention", Glorfindel said, sounding annoyed. "Hey! I'm her favorite!", Elladan retorted. Elrohir smacked the back of Elladan's head. "No I am", he snapped back.

"So what's with that secret mission Gandalf sent you on?", Glorfindel said with a handsome smile. Eruanna sighed. "I do not know what I've gotten myself into", she said.

"What happened?", her grandfather asked, concern lacing his voice. She explained to them about the mission and how some of the dwarves were treating her, particularly Thorin.

"If Thorin touches you I'll rip him apart!", Elrohir hissed, his gray eyes stormy.

"Tell me about it! Talking to our beautiful niece this way? Shameful! What kind of King is he?", Elladan piped up.

"You are not to be blamed for their fight", Glorfindel said, resting a hand on her shoulder. "None of it is your fault and they ought to know that."

"He's right you know", Elrond said. "You should not be treated this way."

"I knew I should have told Mithrandir no. What did I expect? They need no more reason than the shape of my ears to curse me. It took everything to not burn them all down", Eruanna said glumly. The four of them gave her pitied looks.

"It doesn't matter now", she said, shaking her head. "Mithrandir is leading them here." "Leading the dwarves... here?", Elladan questioned.

"Yes. Do be prepared for the smell", Eruanna smirked.

"Poor Lindir", laughed Glorfindel. "He'll have to greet them."

"We just need to be careful. He sees us as the enemy", Eruanna said. "The grudge over Erebor runs deep. It fuels their hatred against the elves."

"As far as I can see, he is the enemy", Elrohir responded. "Fear not, beloved niece, we shall defend your honor with our utmost ability", at that, he bowed dramatically. Eruanna laughed. "Do spare the hobbit. He's been decent to me so far."

"A hobbit?", Elrond questioned, confused. "What is a halfling doing so far from the Shire?"

"Mithrandir and his ways. We'll never understand them", was Eruanna's response. "I suggest you all get to your horses. They are due to arrive any minute."

Eruanna climbed on Ceveniel as Elrond, Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel mounted their horses, leading their company of warriors to the entry of Imladris. Sure enough, as Eruanna said, Thorin and his company had arrived in front of Lindir, the poor minstrel of Imladris tasked with greeting them.

Thorin and his company, save for Bilbo, growled at the elves, as Elrond and his horsemen surrounded them. The feud between their races went back centuries. "Gandalf!", Elrond called to the wizard. "Lord Elrond!", Gandalf said, bowing gracefully. "Mellon nin! Where have you been?", he asked in elvish.

"We've been hunting a pack of orcs that came up from the South", Elrond said in elvish. "We slew a number near the Hidden Pass", he switched to the common tongue. "Strange, for orcs to come so close to our borders. Something or someone has drawn them near."

"Ah, and that may have been us", Gandalf said.

Thorin stepped forward. "Welcome Thorin, son of Thrain", Elrond greeted him. "I do not believe we have met", said the dwarf.

"You have your grandfather's bearing. I knew Thror when he ruled under the mountain", Elrond said.

"Indeed, he made no mention of you", Thorin said, harshly.

Just then, a booming roar was heard from above. The dwarves looked up and gasped as Helegiel and Faroniel soared over them. Naurion let out a roar of his own as he landed to the left of the group. The dwarves began shouting threats and curses, angering the dragons.

Upon hearing the insults being thrown at his siblings, Sûlion let out a growl of rage. The black dragon swiftly landed to their right and took a few steps towards them, his mouth opening as he roared loudly. Bilbo looked at the black dragon's sharp teeth and shuddered, mentally begging the dwarves to stop.

"Have they not heard of elemental dragons?", Elrond muttered to himself. Just then, Ceveniel swooped in and roared, her roar being the loudest of them all. Thorin's blue eyes darkened as he spotted Ceveniel, not realizing that Eruanna was on her back.

"Infernos", Thorin hissed. He unsheathed his blade and pointed it at Ceveniel, making her angrier. His eyes bore into Ceveniel's as he shouted. "Curse it! Curse the infernos! Curse these servants of the Dark Lord!." The dwarves took out their weapons screaming and angering the dragons. Bilbo looked absolutely terrified. Eruanna thought he was going to melt from the fear. Gandalf looked helpless.

"ENOUGH!", Eruanna's uncles shouted, making the dwarves quite down. "If you speak of our niece's dragons that way again, so help me, I'll cut your heads clean off!", Elladan shouted. "You have no idea who you speak to!", Elrohir added. Thorin's eyes widened as he saw Eruanna dismount Ceveniel.

"I believe I was talking to this deceitful, dishonorable, liar of an elf who mounts a stooge of the Dark Lord!", roared Thorin. The dragons all snarled at him for insulting their Mistress.

Glorfindel stormed up to them, standing in between the twins, looking tall and mighty. He stared down at the dwarves. "You have the nerve to insult them! Watch your words before I kill you myself! You are speaking to someone of royal descent. She carries the blood of the greatest legends Middle-Earth has ever known! She is the granddaughter to Lord Elrond himself, Heiress to three elven realms, including Imladris! Have some basic respect and decency because I would gladly order our warriors to cut your tongue out!", Glorfindel snarled.

"And those elemental dragons belong to Eruanna, not the Dark Lord. They belong to her. To our family. It is our blood they serve", Lord Elrond added in. Naurion lowered his large head and the elven lord placed his hand on Naurion's snout.

"You have the nerve to speak to me like that, elf! She has deceived us!", Thorin shouted.

"We have heard that you have hurled vile insults against her. You offended my lady and we just lectured you. It is unwise to show disrespect to someone of royal lineage especially when their kin is offering you hospitality", Glorfindel spoke diplomatically. "She is offering you help and you have taken it. But she is not yours to do with as you wish."

"Do you know who you speak to, elf?", Dwalin snapped back. "This is Thorin, son of Thrain, son of Thror! Rightful King Under the Mountain."

"We are elves", Elladan hissed. "He is no King to us!" Sûlion growled, standing behind Elladan and Elrohir protectively, as if he agreed with their statement.

Elrohir grabbed Thorin. "If my brother or I hear you insult our niece again or lay an ill hand upon her, we will flog you and imprison you ourselves."

Glorfindel held up his hand to silence them. He gave Thorin a deathly stare that elves very rarely saw. "I am deeply ashamed and embarrassed on your behalf for how you treated our Lady and Princess. Hopefully now that her maternal grandfather offers you his hospitality and assistance, you will now lay a softer hand. If you do not, mark my words Thorin Oakenshield, you shall be punished." Thorin recoiled and Eruanna breathed a sigh of relief. However, she could still see the pride in his light blue eyes.

"I am sure now that Thorin understands he has greatly offended her. But now is no time for threats of punishment.", Lord Elrond said. Eruanna came up to Glorfindel, squeezing his hand comfortingly as thanks for defending her honor.

"Light the fires, bring forth the wine. We must feed our guests", Elrond said in elvish. Eruanna greatly admired him. After all the pain he had been through he still kept a kind heart. That's something she could never say about her paternal grandfather.

"What did he say? Does he offer us insults!?!", Gloin roared. The dwarves began shouting and baring their weapons. Eruanna immediately stepped in front of her grandfather. "He is offering you food", she snapped. Faroniel roared from above, silencing them.

The dwarves began to talk amongst themselves. Elrond and Eruanna exchanged confused glances as she unconsciously gripped his hand.

"Oh, well in that case, lead on", Gloin said.

At the feast, Eruanna had changed into a light blue dress decorated with dark blue butterflies. On her head was her silver circlet. She took her grandfather's hand as he led her in, Gandalf following them.

"Kind of you to invite us. I'm not really dressed for dinner", Gandalf said. "Well you never are", Elrond joked. They sat down and Eruanna watched as the dwarves ungratefully picked at their meal.

The Dragoness then looked to her grandfather. "They do not seem pleased", Elrond said with a smirk. "Oh, who cares? Most of them are fools. Especially Thorin", Eruanna whispered. "Eruanna", Gandalf threw her a sharp look as Thorin came to sit with them.

Gandalf then inquired about the swords the group had found in the troll's cave. Thorin showed his sword to Lord Elrond. "This is Orcrist, the Goblin Cleaver, a famous blade. Forged by the High Elves of the West, our kin", the Elven Lord inspected the sword. "May it serve you well", he said as he handed the sword to Thorin. Thorin accepted it with a nod.

Gandalf handed him the sword he had found. "This is Glambring, the Foehammer, sword of the King of Gondolin", Elrond informed them. "Our ancestor", Eruanna whispered silently to herself. "How did you come by these?", her grandfather asked. "We found them on the Great East Road, shortly after we were ambushed by trolls", Gandalf explained. "And what were you doing on the Great East Road?", her grandfather inquired.

"You know", Eruanna said, conversing with her grandfather through their minds. She had learned to do it from her maternal great-grandmother, Galadriel. Her grandfather looked at her. "I do not", he admitted. "But I have a feeling."

"Excuse me", Thorin said before getting up and leaving.

"That is the most manners I have ever seen him use", Eruanna said to my grandfather in elvish. Her grandfather and Glorfindel almost burst out laughing and Gandalf gave her a disapproving look. Lindir, another elf present, let out a slight chuckle at her words.

Just then, Nori piped up rudely. "Change the tune, why don't you?", he snapped at an elleth playing beautiful music on the harp. "I feel like I'm at a funeral!"

"Did somebody die?", Dori asked, jokingly. Eruanna rolled her eyes.

"Alright lads, there's only one thing for it", Bofur said, standing up. He began singing a disastrous tune and all the dwarves joined in.

"That tears it! I'm done", Eruanna snapped, standing up. "Excuse me", she said. Elrond strode to his feet, silently excusing himself and following his granddaughter. Glorfindel too chose to follow them.

"You do not have to go through with this", Elrond said to his granddaughter. As much as the elf lord hated to admit it, he did not like her being out and about in the world with a group of dwarves. He feared for her safety. Glorfindel was also of the same mind, though he voiced nothing.

"I swore an oath to Mithrandir. I must do it", Eruanna said. "Honestly, the wizard should be grateful that I spared his pitiful company."

"Princess Eruanna is right. An oath must be honored, hir nin. To denounce one is not wise", Glorfindel responded.

Elrond then took her hand. "There is something else we must tell you", he said. Eruanna raised an eyebrow. "There is to be a meeting with the White Council. Your great-grandmother has asked for your presence", he informed her. Her eyes widened and she looked at Glorfindel who nodded with a smile.

"You are among the strongest elves. Elemental dragons were thought to be extinct but by miracle, you have five of them", Glorfindel put in. "And you are a kinswoman to two of the members. Heiress to three elven realms. You are aiding Thorin's company, it only makes sense."

Elvish:

G siel: Granddaughter